Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.